by: James Weldon Johnson (1871-1938)

      ND God stepped out on space,
      And He looked around and said,
      "I'm lonely --
      I'll make me a world."
      And far as the eye of God could see
      Darkness covered everything,
      Blacker than a hundred midnights
      Down in a cypress swamp.
      Then God smiled,
      And the light broke,
      And the darkness rolled up on one side,
      And the light stood shining on the other,
      And God said, "That's good!"
      Then God reached out and took the light in His hands,
      And God rolled the light around in His hands
      Until He made the sun;
      And He set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.
      And the light that was left from making the sun
      God gathered it up in a shining ball
      And flung it against the darkness,
      Spangling the night with the moon and stars.
      Then down between
      The darkness and the light
      He hurled the world;
      And God said, "That's good!"
      Then God himself stepped down --
      And the sun was on His right hand,
      And the moon was on His left;
      The stars were clustered about His head,
      And the earth was under His feet.
      And God walked, and where He trod
      His footsteps hollowed the valleys out
      And bulged the mountains up.
      Then He stopped and looked and saw
      That the earth was hot and barren.
      So God stepped over to the edge of the world
      And He spat out the seven seas;
      He batted His eyes, and the lightnings flashed;
      He clapped His hands, and the thunders rolled;
      And the waters above the earth came down,
      The cooling waters came down.
      Then the green grass sprouted,
      And the little red flowers blossomed,
      The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky,
      And the oak spread out his arms,
      The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the ground,
      And the rivers ran down to the sea;
      And God smiled again,
      And the rainbow appeared,
      And curled itself around His shoulder.
      Then God raised His arm and He waved His hand
      Over the sea and over the land,
      And He said, "Bring forth! Bring forth!"
      And quicker than God could drop His hand.
      Fishes and fowls
      And beasts and birds
      Swam the rivers and the seas,
      Roamed the forests and the woods,
      And split the air with their wings.
      And God said, "That's good!"
      Then God walked around,
      And God looked around
      On all that He had made.
      He looked at His sun,
      And He looked at His moon,
      And He looked at His little stars;
      He looked on His world
      With all its living things,
      And God said, "I'm lonely still."
      Then God sat down
      On the side of a hill where He could think;
      By a deep, wide river He sat down;
      With His head in His hands,
      God thought and thought,
      Till He thought, "I'll make me a man!"
      Up from the bed of the river
      God scooped the clay;
      And by the bank of the river
      He kneeled Him down;
      And there the great God Almighty
      Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky,
      Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night,
      Who rounded the earth in the middle of His hand;
      This Great God,
      Like a mammy bending over her baby,
      Kneeled down in the dust
      Toiling over a lump of clay
      Till He shaped it in His own image;
      Then into it He blew the breath of life,
      And man became a living soul.
      Amen. Amen.

"The Creation" is reprinted from The Book of American Negro Poetry. Ed. James Weldon Johnson. New York: Harcourt, Brace and Co., 1922.




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